Toledo Ohio – Estate Antiques (a shop)
Alex, Faith and Dean stood by the door, waiting. Sam was kneeling down, desperately trying to pick the lock on the front door. Faith started tapping her foot slightly, until Alex shot her a glance. Sam finally got the door open and he quickly stood up and entered the room.
"Out of practice are we, Sammy?" Dean smirked. He stepped past Sam and into the shop. Turning his flashlight on he passed a quick scan of the shop and stopped abruptly when his light was reflected back at him. There were mirrors everywhere. How the hell are we going to find the right one in all of this? He walked forward, letting the others into the shop and sighed, annoyed.
"Okay guys, this is going to be annoying. Everyone know which one we need?" He held the picture up so they could see it, still facing dead ahead. They all said they did and slowly thr group began to fan out. Alex and Sam went branching off to the right, instinctively, whilst Dean and Faith walked off to the left, flashing their lights in every direction scanning for the right mirror.
"Is it a good idea to leave those two on their own?" Alex laughed softly, Sam chuckled back before walking forward blinding Alex as the light bounced back off the mirrors. They looked together, looking in opposite directions without even trying to co-ordinate it. It seemed to work fluidly on its own accord. Sam was surprisingly calmed by Alex's presence, finding it an odd comfort to have someone different watching his back. He knew Dean would never let anything happen, but Sam liked the change. It was fresh and exciting.
"Maybe they've already sold it?" Dean's voice rang out through the shop, followed in quick succession by Faith telling him to keep the noise down. Sam chuckled again, enjoying the rare occassion when someone tried to control Dean. Maybe it was cruel of him to laugh at his brother's expense, but hey, that's what brothers do right? Sam replied loudly when his eyes fell on a familiar sight, his own reflection framed by an ornate golden frame. It matched the picture perfectly.
"I don't think so." Dean and Faith soon came up behind Sam and looked at the mirror over his shoulder. Pulling the picture out of his pocket again, Dean checked it aginst the picture himself. A perfect match.
"That's it." Dean sighed. "Are you sure about this?" Sam didn't reply. He just handed him the flashlight and faced the mirror dead on. Faith walked backwards, checking out the rest of the shop to make sure they wouldn't be disturbed smashing mirrors. Sam took a deep breath in.
"Bloody Mary"
Faith rounded a corner, grasping a small blade tightly in her hand. She checked every mirror twice, looking for Mary herself. It wasn't that she thought Sam's plan would fail, she just didn't trust the dead.
"Bloody Mary"
The name rang out through the shop, echoey and haunting. She found a door at the back of the shop, so she walked forward to check it. Grasping the handle carefully she tried to open it. Locked.
"Bloody Mary"
The torches flickered and Faith let go of the door handle slowly. In the mirror behind her, out of her sight, something moved. She turned away from the door, looking out into the vast hall of reflections. There were too many for her to check them all, but hidden away in each of them was a pair of dark eyes, watching her movements.